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Emma Livry Jun 2016
Ivy
I thought you would make
Me beautiful, but you just
Thrived on my slow death.
Emma Livry Jun 2016
I really hope the
Unseemly image of me
Burns right through your soul.
  May 2016 Emma Livry
The Butterfly
She entered in with great hesitation,
Carefully stepping with trepidation.
As the whirlwind spun her around,
She could feel her feet leaving the ground.
It seemed as if time was standing still,
As she dangled from that window seal.
The air grasping her holding her to a spell,
Continuing to tarry the deeper she fell.
Once she stopped to survey the damage
It took all she had to breathe and manage.
She was drained from every pore,
Bleeding out all over the floor.
Rushing to mop up the mess,
She started dissolving into nothingness.
Begging and pleading for someone to hear
That all she wanted was to be held dear.
But her cries fell on deaf ears…
As she cleaned up every speck of blood
Her heart was now dripping with mud.
Tears could never clear up
the stains on that broken tea cup.
When she noticed how she was shattered
She decided she could no longer help the tattered.
For they would have to find solace on their own,
Because she was now crushed to the bone.
She’s been told that broken bones heal stronger
And that maybe next time love will last longer.
But that doesn’t help the hurt felt now
Or the brokenness in her smile.
This is for the glue that I hope will be you...
Emma Livry Apr 2016
It was my favorite song.
You would sing it to me all the time.
We would dance to it.
We were in love and
Our life together was
La vie en rose.

Now I am sitting in a coffee shop.
It just came on at
Exactly 9:30
And I feel like my brain
Will explode and
Scatter on the walls.
I want to rip my hair out
To distract from this music.

Why did you ruin all of my favorite things?
Why can't I enjoy things anymore?
Why did you ruin me?
Emma Livry Apr 2016
X
Just because you think you are living happily ever after,
Opposition can take place
Even when you least expect it.
Emma Livry Apr 2016
When you want revenge
But you choose not to exact it,
You take it out on yourself
Because you shouldn't have let
Bad things happen in the first place.
Emma Livry Apr 2016
The itch
Was meant to be taken care of.
I scratch until I bleed,
But he ****** my blood out already.
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